Greetings from Belle-Ile

I arrived three days ago and these holidays already seem promising: On the first day I drew a guy who was playing the guitar as I was waiting for the ferry to take us to the island, and once we were on the ship, we started talking. After our arrival in the harbour, we said good-bye. Then I went to our appartment. The door was locked and damn, the key wouldn’t fit in. I forced it into the hole nevertheless, and we couldn’t get it out anymore... So I went into the creperie nextdoor and asked for a hacksaw. When we finally got into our appartment, the musician from the ferry knocked at our door, saying he has nowhere to sleep! My mom got so angry, and the guy probably spent the night under a bridge or something... Oo”.

...Oh yeah. I "bought" a Moleskine. I decided I’ll draw only realistic things in it. No single manga. Because when I draw mangas, it generally means that I have no inspiration.
So I draw and read and walk and swim, but it doesn’t help much. I feel empty. This has never happened to me in Belle-Ile. But in a week, and her cousin will come for some days. ^____________^ *whalish grin*

But something that always makes me smile when I think of it... This is incredible. I have a brother! This is such an unbelievable story... He’s almost fifteen and he looks a lot like me.

I will be deviantically dead for the next three weeks or more, but I promise that as soon I come home to my scanner, I’ll post a lot of drawings!

Good luck for your various tests and/or enjoy your holidays! Notlongnow...

Marie.





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